It’s like an old heartbroken wish, granted
Sacred as a child’s prayer,
A crystal whisper of innocence and vulnerability
long forgotten on the barren playgrounds of a time remembered;
A back and forth parallel crescent, indelible and perpetual
Awakening a slight truth
That is still left in me
Like the painful longing for a child lost to an endless night. . .
~m
Smoke & Mirrors 
Dear Mr. Bad Sneaker, I absolutely adored the place that this took me to in my mind. Very beautiful and since I believe you are also a musician, you will understand when I say that I felt a melody behind this. You captured this moment well for I was able to share it with you. Thanks for that. ~KIM
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Sort of like still praying for just one day when nobody suffers?
Such phrases, Michael! If you haven’t yet, read my post dated 3/23/07. 😉
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Revealing a sliver at a time…
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I am not sure I can catch up with you from where you wrote this, but it has to be a very special place.
It’s beautiful.
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I LOVE THE PICTURE!!! Its a waxing crescent. We are studying the phases of the moon in science class. Fun, fun. Nice poem. =)
~H
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Nice.
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